If I miscount the hours, blame Love, not me,
Who makes the time when you are near me, seem
Short as the vision of a vanishing dream,
When you are farlong as eternity.
Impromptu (II)
written byFrances Anne Kemble
© Frances Anne Kemble
If I miscount the hours, blame Love, not me,
Who makes the time when you are near me, seem
Short as the vision of a vanishing dream,
When you are farlong as eternity.
© Frances Anne Kemble